I Need Funny

Folks, I need jokes. This is one of those mornings I feel like a hater. I've never enjoyed cleaning as a joyous hobby and stay-at-home mom land is a struggle. Afton is potty-training and I feel like all I do is clean. Clean poop, clean counters, clean floors and every other surface over and over. Omilord, I hate this job of cleaning lady. Trying to love and see big picture but blogger pals, I need poop jokes, I need horrible fat lady falling down and underwear showing stories, I need perspective. ;)

Just for this morning. Don't worry - I am making a pot of coffee...

THIS weekend

THIS weekend Afton and I head to Valpo to help install Lynn Fuson's Memorial Garden - It will be amazing and Afton has promised to push the rototiller at least an hour with no smoke breaks.

If you are local - I need you. I can only dig so long before my obvious lack of working out causes my knees to buckle and my lungs to scream with shrinkage. I beg you. With dignity, of course.

Besides, Lynn was worth this.

Email me or post or call Sara Vanderwoude.

Yahoo! It's a dirty party! Well, um, only in the cleanest sense.

Whatcha whatcha whatcha love

Ok this is lovingly brainless. There are some things in my home that I love. For beauty, for effectiveness, for streamlining...etc

The 96 cent square handled white scrubber from Walmart that actually works. I LOVE this little tool.

The 1st Norah Jones c.d. It is perfection.

MK - Microderm Abrasion - bye bye ugly skin

Dora & Diego - thank you, God!

Shampoo bottles with pumps.

Fresh flowers, anywhere, everywhere.

Our big mirror. Every room it's in looks warmer and less ghetto.

Our computer/bookcase that Levi and I rescued and transformed. Gosh it feels good to have pieces like this.



Do you have any items that delight your soul?

Princess Jesus

Yesterday, Levi and I took the kiddos to a wedding with predictable results. Yes, after throwing things down on people from the balcony, running a non-stop verbal blow-by-blow of the "princess" (bride) wearihg her bee-yoo-ti-ful "sprinkles" (sparkles) in a non-uberholy-whisper, and Afton catching her arm in some crazy piece of architecture - then screaming bloody murder in the midst of the ceremony as I whisked her down some 1840's rickety wooden spiral staircase. Did I mention we were in an 8 x 10 ish wooden balcony with an organ and 15 people with no a.c.?

It's all about the bride, I chanted. Levi's forehead was slick with sweat.

The funny part was Afton staring enraptured at the unbelievably ornate altar. It was white, pink, blue, and gold with crazy curlicues. There was Jesus in His "dress" looking very similar to Cinderella at the ball. Thus Afton concluded, "Look mama, castle with the princess, sooo pretty..."

Thank God for 2 year olds.

Dig it.

Hey any of you available the last weekend in May? If so, let's party!! We're putting in a Memorial Garden for Lynn Fuson (Levi's mom) at Greenwich house. It's going to be so beautiful. But, I need help. Different 2-3 hour volunteer shifts are set up for Fri-Sun. Can you dig it, baby? Let me know if you can move you arm muscles the way you move your finger muscles.

I can't stop!!

Transgender. Let's talk. I am fascinated to no end about this phenomena. Just talking to a girlfriend this morning on ramifications socially and spiritually.

Just a bit more...

OK, this could be interesting. In light of the previous conversation, I've been unintentionally processing another hot topic. I'm a bit hesitant to bring it up, but I'm crazily curious what you all think.

Women as Head Pastors. Biblical or unbiblical? Not a problem or Jezebel?